He hit it!
Crack!
Away the ball sailed, away over the head of the shortstop, away toward left field.
“I knew he would do it!” cried Bink Stubbs, in delight. “It is a homer! Oh, that will nearly break Merriwell’s heart!”
Down toward first Jeffers scooted.
It was seen immediately that, for all that Merriwell had sent Gamp back, the ball was going far beyond the position held by the left fielder.
Gamp turned and ran for it, but the effort seemed a waste of energy. The spectators laughed to see the long legs of the country boy working furiously as he raced out after the ball.
“If he gets those feet going much faster, he won’t be able to stop for a week,” shouted somebody.
“What’s he think he’s going to do?” laughingly questioned another.
“He’s playing chase with himself!” shouted Sydney Gooch.